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         Well it seemed Death didn’t want to claim her today. What luck. Artemesia would have rolled her eyes at the thought if she didn’t want the male to think she was crazy talking to herself.

Once the shotgun was lowered she released the hammer and put the gun back on safety before putting it back in the holster and latched it shut. Resisting the urge to rub her arm to loosen the muscles she stared back where she could see the male.

He had training from the way he moved on the stairs and handled her, he was military. Ex-military now. Maybe that is where I knew him from. I’ve worked with a lot of people over the years…But if he was military then why is he here treating wounds unless…

Her thoughts took a second turn when another male came down the stairs carrying both a medical kit and a lantern. Finally some light in the darkness. But the lantern offered more than just a reprieve on her eyesight. It allowed her to see him well both of them. Their banter reminded her of her old life where she had people she trusted at her back as well as them trusting her to save their asses. She sighed.

She turned back to the first male, the one who still had the shotgun. She debated on which name to give him. She had several. Her codename, Switch. Her last name, the one everyone called her for years, Dimitry. Her real name, Artemesia, which no one had called her since she was a child. Her nickname, Art, which was the closest anyone got to being personal with her.

Finally she decided that not answering would be better, at least for now. As soon as the second male was close enough with the lantern, she turned to the side and pointed with her left hand to her upper right arm. The white bandage was completely brown now except for a few places and a few bright red spots. Just hope that the bandage isn’t stuck to it… It’ll be a bitch to take off and that’s if there’s not an infection in it.

Using the light she looked up at the male from the corner of her eye. She frowned, but showed nothing else to what she was thinking. She knew him. Her mind started whirling back to all the past memories and she had to clamp them down. They could surface over a drink later. After her arm was all patched up.

“Doc. Medic Frost.” Had she had a different personality type, she would have started laughing at the irony of the situation. They had been on missions before. Well, either one or the other had been attached to each other’s units.

He’d once been someone she could call friend. He’d seen her as she’d once been and was there for the day she closed completely into herself. Of course, he hadn’t been there for the worst of it.

He was the last person she thought she would see in this world and frankly one of only two she was glad she did see.

“Mon cher, you are the last person I thought I’d ever see.”

She moved to where she could sit down for this knowing it was going to hurt. Maybe more than the last wound Doc had patched up for her. She still had the scar from it. The left side of her face from her hairline to her ear was a silver scar from a bullet on a mission.

She shook her head to keep those thoughts down. She refused to ever look herself in the face fearing she’d see the scar and remember why it was there. More memories she didn’t want to face.

Art cast him a sideways glance. “You plan to kill everyone who comes in armed?”